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I could say some stuff about the machines which dispense drinks, but this post is specific to the bonanza of capsule vending machines I found at the Narita airport, dispensing little round plastic balls filled with goodies.

They had dozens of these.

This is just one row!

You could find all sorts of amazing things. Check it out:

Bonsai tree

Ham is apparently short for hamster, for those who don’t know what ham actually means in English I guess.

“The Dog face pouch” WTF?

Appears to be plastic hedgehogs crawling into different receptacles.

Champagne Tower, because why the heck not? Might go well in a dollhouse.

Every spring we get our cat “shaved.” This is the fifth year running, and the second year we’ve enlisted the services of Better Kitty.

First, you might ask, “why remove the bulk of the cat’s fur?” Well part of it is because it’s cooler for summer. But a bigger part is that our old guy has lost so many teeth that he can’t groom himself properly and gets matted. And occasionally I’ve caught him choking on his own fur that is still attached to his body. I’ve asked him, “How did you kind survive in the wild with no humans?” He had no answer.

So here’s a little glimpse into the world of getting a “lion cut” for the summer:

After the cut, Sketch got a rinse in the bathtub and then got wrapped in a burrito. This is adorable:

Our cat Sketch has Type 2 Diabetes and we’re so used to dealing with it now. Here are some highlights of our reality:

There’s a sharps container in the kitchen. Relegated to the floor for food safety purposes, it’s a bright red reminder that someone in the family gets shots every day.

All the adults in the house have accidentally stabbed themselves with the syringe or lancet at least once. It happens. It doesn’t matter how careful you think you are being.

Sometimes a lancet falls on the ground. It’s cool when it actually pierces the floor, like in this pic.

You wake up in the night and wonder if your cat is having a seizure somewhere in the house. Sketch hasn’t yet had a seizure or hypoglycemic incident, but sometimes I worry about him in the middle of the night.

When you can’t find the cat, you wonder if he’s dead. Especially when his blood glucose numbers can ride a roller coaster between 50 and 650+ I start wondering just how many lives this animal has left.

You get used to the blood testing equipment just sort of chillin’ in the middle of other family activities. As when the Easter baskets came out and the journal and bowl o’ supplies got into the pic, because they were there, like they always are, right next to my place at the kitchen table.